In this vast Universe of form and shape,

where everything is an amalgamation of sound, where do the others reside?

Through concepts of space and time where does the play take place?

There is a story for everyone, my story, their story. But who is writing the script?

I find myself in my story and in their story.

I find parts of myself resonating to each of the others.

I find parts of myself having the same sorrows with others.

I find parts of myself having the same joys with others.

I find parts of myself having the same fears with others.

I find parts of myself laughing with the same jokes with others.

I find parts of myself having the same ideas with others.

I find myself in so many mythologies, religions and cultures.

If I find myself in all others where do the others reside? Do the others really exist?

There are no others my dear! It is only you!

The others are your mirrors, they are part of you!

You are the creator, you are the creation, you are the script, you are the play, you are the director, you are the players.

You are life creating the movie, bending time by using space.

Use your power, use your words, connect all those parts of you called others!

There are no others, is only you!

With Love,

The wandering stars of the soul.